In the setting of a burning world, the process is akin to embers that do not immediately turn to ash, but the intervention of the King of Ash delivers a distinct ability.
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Meanwhile,
In this world,
Magic Kingdom.
Inside the great library,
The Three Goddesses of Fate were shackled in golden chains, suspended in mid-air like criminals, with their tiptoes more than a meter above the ground.
Hecate sat in the center of the three, gracefully holding a cup of warm red tea, seemingly enjoying a comfortable afternoon tea.
But in reality, she had already focused all her energy on exploring fate.
"Hecate, you and Ahtal are both culprits in the destruction of the world," the Future Goddess struggled, and the golden chains around her tightened automatically, accentuating the curves of her mature body.
Fortunately, no one present cared about the alluring form displayed by the Future Goddess.
